What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book - Chapter 49

[Chapter 48]

Although the girl from the wrong country went back temporarily, Chu Ge didn’t have enough time to code.

Because there are more things to do.

I still do push-ups and running. This is my basic physique. Not to mention how perfect I have to practice. In short, I am panting for running with fat.

Meditate once in the morning and evening, the current meditation is not only to run the circle, but to walk in the direction of the golden bell, which is also practicing the golden bell. In a professional way, the golden bell is the fundamental method up.

I still burst into tears when I think of this, why did I become this style of painting without knowing it?

It’s a good thing that I didn’t set this thing to require boy’s skills… Chu Ge has always felt that the setting of boy’s skills is unscientific, and men have no membranes.

Isn’t it the same?

Why can’t it work once you do that?

It doesn’t make sense, right?

In addition to the operation of the martial arts, you also need to forge your soul. You can’t be treated like a dog by simply controlling your heart, right?

Not to mention something so serious, Chu Ge didn’t want to be read out of everything he was thinking in his heart, that wouldn’t be a good feeling.

This meditation time has more than doubled than before.

In addition, you need to practice body skills, you can’t just be beaten, can you?

At least if the situation is not right, you must be able to escape.

The short-term practice of agility is the skill of small and exquisite maneuvering, but it doesn’t need to be practiced outdoors, it can be done indoors.

Stuff piled up all over the place?

That’s even better, what you want is to stroll in a complex space.

Chu Ge strolled in the room, wearing pajamas, he felt a chic and leisurely Feng Xu Yufeng… He felt that his painting style was even weirder.

Walking on Lingbo, and then roaring like a golden bell, what kind of cut and stitched painting style is this?

Chu Ge didn’t even think about how to practice offensive methods in the future, but instead he was thinking about which one would be more sloppy…

It takes about three hours to add up all kinds of exercises. Although it is not as long as the time spent on part-time jobs before, it seems that it takes longer and longer to practice.

When it comes to Qiu Wuji’s share, any retreat and meditation will be calculated on a monthly or even annual basis, how will you code it then?

Forget it, it probably will only happen after decades of practice, at least it is impossible to reach this level within the time of writing this book, so it should not be a big problem.

On the contrary, with practice, the spirit is getting better and better, and the code words are getting smoother, which improves the efficiency.

In the past, 10,000 more was called breaking records, but now it is called routine.

While practicing kung fu and typing, two days passed quickly, and Qiu Wuji hadn’t come back yet, but the class reunion was coming.

Chu Ge tidied up his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling vaguely unfamiliar with this person.

People are still so handsome… um…

It’s just that his spirit has improved a lot, his figure is tall and straight, and his eyes are bright.

If he had been this energetic when they were dating, would Gu Ruoyan’s reaction be different?

Whatever it is, why do you think about it, it is Qiu Wuji who brought all of this.

…………

“Huh? The great writer came so early.”

The hotel booked for the party was not bad, but Lao Hong booked it late and only got a table in the lobby.

There are not many people attending the party, and there are two tables at least, and the private rooms are not easy to manage, so the hall is just the hall, and everyone doesn’t care.

When I found my own table, Lao Hong was already there with his wife—because her wife is also our classmate.

It was a little earlier, and only half of the people arrived, looking at Chu Ge, they were all praising: “Fuck, you are getting more and more handsome, why didn’t you see it back then?”

Chu Ge wiped his hair: “The older a man is, the more interesting he is. Do you regret not having s*x with me back then?”

“Get out of here.” Old Hong laughed and said, “You were too lonely back then—in fact, you are also very lonely now. Anyway, you don’t participate in a lot of activities, you don’t play basketball or football, and you spend your days in Internet cafes or reading novels in the dormitory.

It’s like finding no such person, who picked on you?

”

Someone else laughed: “Well, writers, that’s how it is.”

Everyone laughed.

Chugo smiled.

Everyone’s laughter is still teasing or even a little mocking. I used to feel a little uncomfortable when I heard it. For example, did you less see people in Internet cafes back then?

Isn’t everyone the same? Why, because I wrote a book, even those things that everyone is the same have become special to me. If there is nothing to do, let a writer talk about it.

But now he really felt as if nothing was left.

She said it was well written.

That’s none of your business.

He didn’t say anything, and took his seat directly: “Wu Yang didn’t come?”

Old Hong said: “The chief of the city bureau is very busy. He originally said that he might have to work overtime today, but in the afternoon he said he was fine and could come.”

Some students asked: “Is it okay for civil servants to have a public banquet and still sit in the lobby so conspicuous?”

Another female classmate said: “Besides eight hours, it is natural and normal for classmates to gather on weekends. You always think too complicated about civil servants. Police are human, as long as you don’t wear uniforms.”

This female classmate is called Zhang Manli, and she is also a civil servant. I heard that she is in civil affairs.

Chu Ge thought again, wondering if Minzheng’s information would be of any help to Qiu Wuji’s identity matter… Sigh, utilitarian communication, for the sake of my family, Qiu Wuji, he worked hard.

Just as he was about to curry favor, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and he didn’t know how he felt it.

So he turned to look at the door of the hotel.

Lin Wuyang is entering the door.

Almost at the same time, another group of people parked outside, and some people stepped out of the car.

Lin Wuyang subconsciously turned his head to take a look, and saw Zhang Qiren who just got off the car.

Zhang Qiren was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn’t expect to bump into Lin Wuyang here.

UU Reading www.www.SonicMTL.com The two eyes met for a few seconds, and Zhang Qiren showed a polite smile: “I didn’t expect to meet Section Chief Lin here. Section Chief Lin is here for dinner?”

Lin Wuyang said slowly: “Don’t tell me this hotel is also yours?”

“Oh no, I’m just here to treat friends to dinner. Don’t get me wrong, Chief Lin, my family doesn’t have much money.”

“It doesn’t matter what ‘friend’ you invite.” Lin Wuyang turned coldly and entered the hall: “The money is almost enough…”

The tone seemed to be ridiculed or warned, Zhang Qiren didn’t answer, but just smiled and watched him enter the hall.

Then his gaze narrowed slightly, finally showing surprise—he saw Lin Wuyang walking towards one of the tables in the hall with a smile, and a familiar face sitting on the table was also looking at him in surprise.

Chugo.

Those eyes seemed to be popping out.

Zhang Qiren turned his head to look at the younger brothers behind him, and then looked down at the expensive outfit on his body. He felt a little hot on his face, as if he felt that it was embarrassing for Chu Ge to see it.

People who are rich should be proud to see their old friends, but he actually feels ashamed when he sees Chu Ge.

Zhang Qiren savored his own mood, couldn’t help laughing at himself and shook his head.

“Brother?” The younger brother behind him was confused.

“Oh, it’s okay.” Zhang Qiren calmed down and smiled again: “Da Er will pay attention to what is being said at this table, be careful.”

A boy with big ears smiled and said, “I know, Chief Lin.”

Zhang Qiren smiled, looked at Chu Ge again, turned and went upstairs.

His QQ has been bombarded by Chu Ge: “Zhang Qiren, what the hell do you mean by rushing home from the street, so you are inheriting billions of dollars!!!”

He took out his phone, glanced at it, and sighed softly.

[End of This Chapter.]